Dear Mo,

I don't remember when we first met, but I remember a lot that followed; the cob-web-infested section of my family's carriage house which we turned into our clubhouse, riding bikes together, even family trips together. I remember (more so as we got older) our families doing holidays together - amazing meals and lots of laughter and board games too. Years later when I moved home to Massachusetts after 15 years away, we forged a grown-up friendship. I visited you at your apartment regularly in Wilmington to watch TV together, and you teased me for holding your newborn daughter Amelia and smelling her hair. This past October, you lost your dad. I know I must love you because I wish every day there was something I could do to make that loss hurt less for you. We have experienced a lot of life together. I never really desired to have a sister growing up, and I've only just realized that I never needed one because I had you (and Jen) all along.

Love, Cyd